Poetry Post 298

Pilgrimage And Persecution
Lost and unloved
Pushed and shoved
Wandering and wondering
What torture tomorrow will bring
Spiritual pilgrimage offset by the forced pursuit
Of the financial world making priorities of the minute
Social conformity suppressing freedom of will
The trampled wallflower I am still

Identity
You try to follow the fashion scene
In a hope to find your inner queen
You drove yourself over the edge to keep thin
Now you escape to your warm bottle of gin
And you'll never look yourself in the mirror again

The Real Danger
We have cigarettes and guns in our living room
But we are afraid hip hop and video games spell our doom
We warn ourselves of The Simpsons, South Park, Springer and Stern
But then we bookmark hate sites and internet porn
We have tobacco and alcohol ads
Distorted disproportional fashion fads
But Black Sabbath and Pink Floyd keep us in panic
Because we can't tell the depressed from the Satanic
In this world although I say "we" I am a stranger
Cause I am the only one who sees the real danger